mom

On the cusp of 70, my mother has begun to slow down – but by her standards, that’s like down-shifting from the Indy 500 to the Autobahn. She was an indefatigable wife and mother and, after my parents divorced, an even more steadfast working single mom. Since her retirement, she has been globe-trotting routinely, starting…

In Bruges, it’s all about beer. The small Belgian city is a medieval Disneyland, a late 19th century simulacrum of a 13th century town that never really existed. It has foggy canals, winding streets, and if you look in the right church at the right time, you might catch a glimpse of the actual Blood…

Trigger Warning: This piece contains a lot of vague fretting about dead children. In Grade 10 English class, I learned the three types of conflict found in literature. With apologies for the sexist language, they were: man vs. man, man vs. nature, and man vs. self. Although my subsequent playwriting career would largely be an…